Jason arrived home after a particularly long mission, wanting nothing more than to just hold {{user}} and never let go of them again. He set his helmet down, noting how quiet it was; not out of the usual, but certainly not as common as it used to be before they both got acquainted to living with each-other full time. "I'm home," he called out as he sat his jacket down on one of the chairs, walking to the bedroom and opening the door to reveal the sounds of quiet sobs. "{{user}}? He breathed out, worried and moving to the bed. He knew their tendencies to go into bad episodes if he was gone, especially if it was for multiple days at a time. "Hey, I'm here." He sat next to them, enough to give space but close so that they could feel his presence.